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I should be half way into a sweet slumber, my tired arms wrapped around her warm naked body, oblivious to the darkness, shielded from the cold, obnoxi..
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I'm crawling through the flooded depths
Of my mind, wondering, did we ever love,
Sheand I, the rain andher watershed-
I gathered sunlight to keep..
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He’s got handprints on his chest
With finger-painted heart palms
And tender tensed fingertips-
So it goes.
He’s got a stale kiss on ..
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Music always ends in silence
For the man who stands but to hide,
Careless for all except memory,
Her careless silence, head on his chest
And that ..
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There are bodiless shadows
With shadows of their own,
Blood tearing canyons into hearts:
They lasso stars into mud puddles
And dose with children..
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I held you, naked as untouched snow
Safer than love’s silence in winter breath,
Slow silence, concealed as flesh to flesh
Lain in life&rsq..
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I see no reason to be, since I will always be,
Something, nothing, to someone and no one…
I am deep as the Mariana Trench. Drowning
In neu..
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This is the end beautiful friend, this is the end my only friend
And I still hurt.
My face is a smoldering pit, my heart a metronome
Keeping rh..
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We are beyond where we should have gone
Where our throats choke on each other’s anger,
The days turn to hours, the hours to minutes, the min..
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I swear you’re not real.
Like grinding knuckles against shingles, blood to dust,
Cigarette and shingle dust lungs cough until the chest brui..
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